Battle Hymn

[In a quiet voice, with soft vibrato, and occasional hiccups]
[Melody: Battle Hymn of the Republic]

Mine eyes have seen the gory and they saw the unexplored;
I saw the trampling of vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
And the fateful lightning has dimmed beneath his terrible sword;
The truth is marching on. The truth is marching on.

As I was changing after my swim, I looked behind me and saw a man's knuck knucks (balls). I quietly vowed never to wear boxers again. Gravity is a quiet, yet, formidable force. Now, I've got another thing to add to the list of things I should expect with age that I had never considered before.